February 14

A harsh sentence, from my review of Powell's Cleaving:

In a book that encompasses recipes with items like “behead animals; soak in brine,” it may be a surprise that the most cringe-worthy moments address Powell's personal life, but consider this unsavory triumvirate: her husband knows that she is having the affair; D, short for douche bag, dumps the author partway through and displays little to no personality; and Powell details every pitiful, pink-wine-soaked voicemail she leaves in an attempt to win back this ever-charming man.

This is not a sentence.

Emotional state: alternating angstisodes and possibilisodes.

Dreams I partially fabricated in e-mails to friends. This week.

I had a weird daydream that involved a "politics of" twitter hashtag, and, whereas I was previously plagued by fears of failure, I am now distressed by anxiety produced by mediocrity. And inefficiency.

I had a pretty weird dream last night. It ended with me enthusiastically hugging you and saying, "I DO resent that you resent that," and you replying, jubilantly, "Really? That''s great!"

Also, I think "that" had something to do with sideburns.

existential angst and the Internet

Sorry, but you are looking for something that isn't here.

definition

"Us" and "home" were words that he and I pronounced differently, but always at a shallow angle. The "us" and "home" we spoke of was transient, comfortable, casual--a word to indicate the place where one or both of us habitually slept, when we knew each other.

Glamour

I've done a lot of thing. I was an insurance broker. I managed a heavy metal band. I went to rehab.~fellow intern

privileged

Client: You tell your Jim to teach my Jim not to be so wordy. He's got to stay on-message.

Me: Right. And since your Jim has a meeting in an hour, I'll try to get my Jim to get to your Jim's testimony right away, instead of explaining the set-up of the courtroom.


Sidenote: journey two into Rhode Island!